THE JOB CENTRE

For the first time in ages I actually slept last night, nor where my dreams weird and featuring people like Rosemary West. In case you don’t know who she is you can look her up, I am not going to bother adding links. You can do your own Rabbit holing cause I want to write this. Then do some painting and spend time with my fairer half. Nor for that matter am I going to shag around updating my CV which the Job centre are insisting upon. If anybody wants to employ a man with 70+ previous employers, then they are either stupid or have no imagination. I am not prepared to work for stupid people or those with no imagination, nor can I be bothered with people who despite knowing you are hard of hearing continue whispering or speaking so quietly as to make a mouse seem loud. Essentially this person is taking the piss, all the more, so when they question whether I keep myself and my home clean.

I ran out of milk this morning and black coffee is not really my thing, whilst caffeine is. I need at least two worth each morning to make my brain work and numerous mugs of strong tea throughout the day to keep it ticking over. I am almost out of tea as well and the prospect of going to the shop is a little daunting. I usually save such adventures until later when it is quieter. I have to get some more cat food as well, so there is really not much choice in the matter, whether I go out or not. The children will need feeding and that is my motivation for the day. I will probably go to the gym first, but depending on how I feel, I may do that tomorrow.

In the meantime I am contemplating the sunny weather outside, it looks warm but is far from it. Though tell that to NInja and he will tell his windowsill is the warmest place going. he is fast asleep but opened an eye when he heard me thinking about him. he has since moved onto the desk forcing me to move the keyboard to accommodate his stretched out limbs. back to the windowsill, back on the desk again, he likes attention and being fussed. He does not want to sit on my shoulders. Ninja is a cat who knows what he wants, what is more he knows how to get it. He is a cat after all and cats know these things. it should be remembered that in the distant past cats were revered as Gods. cats have never forgotten this and it is passed down from each cat to the next, from mother cat to each of her children, from adult to each little one in a household. This is why a cat will shit on your floor, or where you least expect it, if you piss the creature off.